Her fingers slid through my hair, pulling me closer. I deepened the kiss even more, my cock swelling with need as my tongue pressed against the seam of her lips.
Noise from down the hall tugged at my attention, so I kicked the door behind us closed. I’d waited for her for so long. I wouldn’t let anything pull us apart now.
Her palms grazed my arms as she brought them down over my chest. Every part of me ached for her touch. When she slipped her hand under my shirt and her fingertips brushed my abs, I almost lost my grip on the sliver of control I clung to.
I don’t know how we moved across the room, but the backs of her legs hit the edge of my mattress, and she fell backward. Seeing her in the middle of my bed—exactly where I’d imagined her for so long—had my cock straining against my zipper. I couldn’t remember ever being so goddamn hard.
On my hands and knees, I hovered over her, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation. Stopping now might kill me, but she was in charge.
“Come here.” She fisted her hand in my shirt and pulled me down.
Our lips met, parted, and met again. I propped myself up on an elbow, so I didn’t crush her under my weight while I ran my other hand over her hip. No telling how many hours I’d spent dreaming about sliding my palms over her endless curves. Touching her now—knowing I was the reason for the low moans coming from the back of her throat—had me way too close to blowing my load.
“Damn, baby. You feel so good.” My words disappeared into her mouth as she finally opened for me. Her tongue tangled with mine, driving me completely out of my mind.
Her hands slid under my shirt, working it past my abs and chest until she pulled it over my head. Then her eyes widened as her gaze swept over the dark ink covering my chest. She lifted her hand and traced the wings spreading across my pecs. Her touch was electric, and I relished the burn.
“Your turn.” I helped her sit up, then slowly lifted her shirt over her head. She had on a sports bra underneath that dipped low in front and showed off the deep cleft between her cleavage. I practically drooled when she reached behind her back and undid the clasp.
Chest to chest, my mouth found hers again. With my hands free to roam over her skin, I couldn’t get enough. She must have felt the same since she reached for my waistband and undid the button on my jeans. Pre-cum spilled from the tip of my cock as anticipation rolled through me.
“Pinch me, angel.” I pulled back just far enough to meet her gaze.
She chuckled, her eyes sparkling with humor. “Is that how you like it? A little rough?”
“I just want to make sure I’m not dreaming.”
“Crank.” My name left her lips on a breathy sigh, and I watched her tweak my nipple between her fingers. “Satisfied?”
“I’m on my way.” My fingers fumbled with the damn tie on her joggers. Instead of pulling it loose, I ended up making a knot. “How the hell do these come off?”
“Patience, my bossy biker.” Poppy brushed my hands away and worked the knot free. Good thing she did, because I was about to rip the damn pants off with my teeth. She slid them down her legs and kicked them off with her feet. In nothing but a pair of pink and purple striped bikini briefs, she was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen.
“You want me to wear a condom, baby?” I would have given everything to slide into her and feel her heat with nothing between us. As far as I was concerned, she would be the last woman I’d ever be with. I was ready to commit to her forever.
She shook her head. “Unless there’s something I need to be worried about, I’m on the pill and have that part covered.”
“Nothing to worry about from me. You’re the only woman I’ve even thought about for the past year.” I slid my hands under her ass, ripped her underwear away, and pulled her onto my lap. Her tits pressed against my chest as she opened her legs and put one on either side of my waist.
I nibbled on her neck as my hands cupped her breasts. Fuck. Being with her was heaven on earth. Her nails raked lightly over my shoulders, her hips grinding into me. My finger trailed over the soft roundness of her belly before dipping between her legs to find her soaking wet.
Time stood still as I slid my finger into her slick heat. My cock pulsed, so damn eager to engage. I wouldn’t last more than a few seconds based on the way my body reacted to hers. But her pleasure came first. I gritted my teeth as I lifted her up. She spread her legs wider and angled her hips to take me. Then she sank down onto me, one excruciating inch at a time.
CHAPTER 9
POPPY
His cock was sothick it grazed my clit as he filled me. I didn’t want to move, just wanted to hold still and feel all of him buried deep inside me. The connection we had went beyond physical. I couldn’t explain it, but I’d never felt anything like the way I did with him. As he lifted his dark blue eyes to meet mine, it was like we merged into one. Our heartbeats synced, and we moved in rhythm together.
“You’re so damn beautiful, baby.” His beard brushed my cheek, and he mumbled sweet words in my ear as I lifted my hips. “You make me feel like the luckiest man alive.”
I soaked it all in, wishing I could live in the moment forever, safe from my past and protected from the present. But the momentum we’d created together was too strong. A deep pulse started in my core, then spread through every single one of my cells. My nerves were on fire in the most delicious way. A fire that consumed every last part of me. Unable to hold back anymore, I clenched the walls of my pussy around Crank, urging him toward release.
His hands tightened on my waist, and he increased the pace. I couldn’t hear anything above the roar of blood rushing through my ears. My entire body hurtled toward something bigger andstronger than I’d ever experienced before. The sheer intensity might have scared me if I hadn’t felt so secure in his arms.
“That’s it, Poppy, my beautiful girl. Come for me, angel.” Crank thrust into me hard, but I wanted even more.
I slammed my hips down on his lap, taking him deeper than I ever thought possible.
